Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life*

Martine Roch is pure delight. Let’s love her!

*Picasso

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12 Responses to Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life*

  1. Andy says:

    Are the goats a lesbian couple? I’m not sure I’m ok with that.

  2. Suspended says:

    These are a little too soft core for me. I have some of the Ibride Trays at home. I like my anthropomorphism with a dollop of darkness.

  3. andrea says:

    They made me smile. Picasso, who is my favorite artist was so right.

  4. Sister Wolf says:

    Andy, they are just as God made them.

  5. Suspended says:

    Andy – Relax, they look more like sisters….or maybe they’re cross dressers.

  6. Cricket9 says:

    Yeah, I love this shit too.

  7. Rose says:

    Speaking of love, I just found and totally love this guy: http://sebastiansimon.tumblr.com

  8. Hammie says:

    Sesame street used to have clips of dogs with human hands. YouTube it?

  9. Bex says:

    These are so sweet!

  10. David Duff says:

    ‘Art’, if you can call it that, also washed away Picasso’s money worries, a fact he exploited to the full. I don’t blame him, I just snigger at the buffoons who fell for it:

    “In art the mass of people no longer seek consolation and exaltation, but those who are refined, rich, unoccupied, who are distillers of quintessences, seek what is new, strange, original, extravagant, scandalous. I myself, since Cubism and before, have satisfied these masters and critics with all the changing oddities which have passed through my head, and the less they understand me, the more they admired me. By amusing myself with all these games, with all these absurdities, puzzles, rebuses, arabesques, I became famous and that very quickly. And fame for a painter means sales, gains, fortune, riches. And today, as you know, I am celebrated, I am rich. But when I am alone with myself, I have not the courage to think of myself as an artist in the great and ancient sense of the term. Giotto, Titian, Rembrandt, were great painters. I am only a public entertainer who has understood his times and exploited them as best he could the imbecility, the vanity, the cupidity of his contemporaries. Mine is a bitter confession, more painful than it may appear, but it has the merit of being sincere.”

    –Pablo Picasso, Jardin des Arts (March 1964), trans.

  11. Andra says:

    A bit creepy for me.
    Reminds me of the Coles Funny (so called) Picture Books that were around when I was a child.

  12. Hammie says:

    I had one of those Andra! Fascinating and a bit creepy too.

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